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I am fucking her like a crazy man. Like a deprived man, taking what’s his. I am pushing in deep and pounding her ass into the mattress. My own orgasm catches me off guard, as I burst into her, roaring into her ears. The absence of her body for so long brings about the most excruciating climax I have ever had.
I press my forehead against hers, finally having the fix I needed. We are breathing on each other, as we are both trying to catch our breaths.
I slowly pull out and take her in my arms. I hold her tight, hoping to mold her into me. I never want to let her go.
Raven lies compliant on the mattress. I sit up on my knees and haunches, so I can stare down at the work of art that she is. Staring at her can quickly become my favorite pastime.
Raven is not making eye contact, turning her face away from me, and looking towards the window. I stroke her hair and try to turn her face back to me. She bats my hand away.
“You shouldn't have done that,” she mutters so quietly, I can barely hear her.
“Why?”
“I said no. You should have stopped.”
“You were gripping my hair so hard; I was scared you would rip my hair out if I dared to stop.” I deadpan.
Raven doesn’t respond.
“It has never been like this with any else. Even with your limited experience, you must know I am right. You came within a minute of me going down on you.” I raise my eyebrow and smirk at her.
Raven still doesn’t respond. She slowly gets up from my bed to get dressed. I watch her.
It starts to sink in that I fucked up tonight. I shouldn’t have pushed her. I should have stopped when she told me to. And right now, she seems pissed. She is calm, but there is a flair about her that's telling me not to fuck with her.
As she finishes, she creaks the door open. I want to tell her with all of my soul, not to leave. That I will fall apart again without her. But I stay put and just watch her.
Raven turns her head towards me and finally speaks, “Happy birthday Milo.”
With those words, she is gone, leaving me once again to drown in my misery.
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Raven
Avoiding Milo has been requiring all of my organizational skills. Ever since his birthday party, I have made it my life’s mission to not be around him alone.
I told him to stop. I told him multiple times. Yes, my body responded to him. And once we started, I didn’t protest anymore. Still. He should have respected my decision the first time I said no. Men are supposed to stop when you say no. Right? I have never experienced otherwise.
I try to block that thought out. I have to if I am going to keep living with him since Milo has officially moved back home.
Instead, I try to justify his actions. After all, I was being very physically reactive when he started going down on me. It didn’t help that Asher kissed me that night, sparking Milo’s jealousy.
What the hell was Asher thinking anyways? One minute we were talking, and the next minute he grabbed and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back. Along with giving the wrong signals, I must also be terrible at ending things with men. I have a limited past, but they all pop back up.
I heard through the grapevine that Milo is kicking Asher out of their business. When they drew up the contract for the company, Milo was a fifty percent owner since he funded the initial expenses. The rest of them split the remaining percentages.
Milo came into his trust fund after his twenty-first birthday and is apparently talking to a lawyer to give a small sum of that money to Asher, in exchange for buying him out. I am not sure how he will convince Asher to sign the papers, but Milo is a force of nature when he wants to be.
During Milo’s birthday party, he showed me how much of a force of nature he can be. I spent the next day cooped up at Janeen's house. We are not allowed to go to sleepovers on school nights, so I grudgingly came home later that night. I could feel Milo’s starved eyes taking me in throughout dinner.
Uncle Reese and Tessa will be staying at the house till the Thanksgiving Holidays. I know Milo wouldn’t try anything if his parents are in the house. Still, I have been sleeping in Mia’s room most nights, as an extra security. Mia is as starved for love as I am. She will never complain about me bunking with her.
At all other times, I try to keep myself as busy as possible. School. Dance classes. Study sessions. I have even been working on my college applications and applications for a remote internship next semester.
The only hitch in my well laid out plan is Reid’s new love interest. He met some college girl at Milo’s party, and they have been spending a lot of time together.
Typically, I am Reid’s wingman and find all of his conquests quite amusing. This time, not so much. I need more defenses against Milo’s out of control libido. There is safety in numbers. Reid could not have found a more inconvenient time to get serious with a girl. I know that’s selfish thinking on my part, but I can't help it.
